Wandering the Night...[[any]]

[poison]

The moonlight shone brightly overhead, lighting up a world of darkness, and the cemetery that withheld the dead to their graves. The leave rustled and the limbs of trees shifted, swaying to and fro, casting eerie shadows upon the ground. Tombstones jutted up from the ground, marking the places of those dearly departed, or the hating deceased by some cause of rage and vengeance.....and in this black darkness of hatred, a being of death and poison traveled.

His pelt took on the look of rotting foliage, half of him green, and the other black, his fur combining and shifting; so that he blended with the foliage surrounding him, and was not seen. His single, gold, emotion-less eye watched all that surrounded him.

Not much had been on Poison's mind lately, besides the fact that he was hungry, and that was it. The Cemetery he lived in, really had nothing to eat at all. It was rare that you found a rabbit, and deer never came along through such a place. And so, it was stuck to him that he was to eat a mouse. No matter how much he wished for a bigger meal.

So, he gave it up, and just decided to trot around, and fulfill his aching gut later. The gold earing in his left ear reflected the moonlight, almost causing it to glow, as was the case with his body as he stepped out into the light from the shadows. He knew well he wasn't the only wolfin the forest, but where were all the others. Hiding like some scared cats? Or doing as he did, unafraid of the night and shadows, and calling this gruesome place his home.

[sarhea]

[sorry for the delay-stupid wireless keyboard died and i had to go find batteries]

Ashay yawned and pushed her stiff form up off the clump of dead grasses and leaves she'd tried to sleep on. She stretched her trim frame, loosening up her tight muscles. She hadn't slept well at all, a pretty much gave up trying. The moon was out bright this night, illuminating everything that was not covered. Spring was beginning to creep into the lands, the snow was melting, leaving plenty of mud to dodge.

She shook her silvery pelt. It had been about a month since she'd been chased into Kloteck lands, and so far, she didn't quite understand why she'd been avoiding the place so much. She hadn't seen anyone since the group she met on the beach who'd wanted to start their own pack. She looked around. In the breeze, she could smell the faint scents of humans and death....a cemetary. She was terribly hungry, and it was getting old hunting by herself. She was used to tricking others to do the hunting for her. Her forest green eyes peered into the darkness towards the cemetary...maybe she could scare up something to eat there...maybe a house cat or maybe a rabbit...though she hadn't seen many of those lately.

She headed towards the cemetary. As she got closer, an almost eerie feeling crept over her. That was odd-she normally wan't affected by places like this, but this place felt especially dark. She slowed her pace, her other scenses kicking into high gear; she didn't want to be snuck up on...she would loose the advantage if she was.....

[gonna go wash dishes really quick...lol...got to multitask this morning...]

[poison]

His paws carried his lithe form silently over the ground, which now was very soft with the melting of the snow, and it was all mush. Already considering that the graves were weakly supported, and that they could easily fall in if you are standing on top of them. Most of the tombstones were cracked, and covered with comb webs.

The Grim's nose had caught the sent of another, and as soon as he did, a array of information flooded his nose. It was a wolf, Gray, female, and...close to his position. He went into stealth mode, crouching down to a stalking position. His large pads silenced his step, and his pelt caused him to blend in with the foliage. Like he was part of the forest, only being moved along by the breeze.

He came through, melting into the shadows from the light, when only moments ago it had been the complete opposite. His single, golden eye alight with fire and heat, desire and reason. He came in behind the other wolf, taking over it's features. Watching the tones of her pelt change as she walked, all those hues of gray, black, and white. Where she knew he was there....he didn't know, but he came out, back into the light from the shadows.

Approaching her from behind, he spoke, hoping maybe to startle her, even if she knew he was there. A smirk played across his face, and his eyes glittered. His voice was full of malice, and without emotion. "So..whats a lady like you doing around here....and at this time of night"

[sarhea]

Ashay paused....a new scent filled her sensitive nose....wolf, and close. Her eyes only searched the lands, her head staying steady. She could feel the presence of another, and didn't want to appear startled. If she displayed fear, then her game would be up before it even started. There was so much darkness here, the earth soft and squishy between her toes. She looked around at the many decaying headstones, most looked about ready to fall over, and all provided a stalking creature plenty of places to hide.

Ashay heard a soft noise behind her, and the scent of the other grew intense....she'd been snuck up on. Her heartbeat sped up slightly, and she forced herself to take a few deep breaths....calm....show no fear....Ashay paused, and then came the eerie voice from behind her.

"So..whats a lady like you doing around here....and at this time of night"

The voice was thick with malice, and inwardly she cringed. She knew she'd meet up with one of the local wolves sooner or later for which these lands were known for. She cleared her emotions, and placed a coy smirk upon her face before turning and meeting the new wolf. And she did well to not flinch at the sight of him. Much bigger than she, and his aura oozed with malice and mystery. All she could see of his eyes was the one and it seemed filled with evil...his other was hidden by his thick black forelock. This male was different than any she'd ever encountered. Most were after only one thing from the moment they met her, and everything they did showed it. But this one showed no emotion, and therefore was unreadable. And that made her nervous.

oh what have you gotten yourself into now, her mind screamed, and she shoved the thoughts aside. now it was time for what she did best....spin her webs of lies....and hopfully to gain some food and not for keeping her sorry butt alive.

She smiled coyly, her deep green eyes glittering in the moonlight. "Tis a perfect night for a stroll, and what is so strange for a lady to be here? It is just earth like any other, whether the height of noon or the dead of night. I happen to like the dead of night. Tis much more pleasant-quiet-as most others slumber-and marvelous for hunting,"

her voice came out smooth and calm, all the while her eyes searched for any hint of readable emotion, searching for some hint of what to expect....

[poison]

She smiled coyly, her deep green eyes glittering in the moonlight.... "Tis a perfect night for a stroll, and what is so strange for a lady to be here? It is just earth like any other, whether the height of noon or the dead of night. I happen to like the dead of night. Tis much more pleasant-quiet-as most others slumber-and marvelous for hunting," Her voice was smooth, calm, and all together normal, but her eyes on the other hand...he could feel them searching him, trying to read and pry into his very thoughts. The Grim snorted, he hated the smart ones, and they were all the more dangerous, and liable to play tricks...

He stepped up, brushing past her, as if he wasn't watching where he was going and bumped into her, on purpose. More disturbing, every fiber of his being, did the act out of pure hatred and fury, and he met no intention by it. He liked her not. She might be beautiful, but he had no thought of even finding a fae at this time of year, and he could care less.

His eerie voice seethed out again, emotionless, full of malice, fury, and pure evil. Just as much as his eye held as he looked back over his shoulder at her, glancing broadside. The white of his teeth shone as he bared one, and his tail flicked into the air.

"Well, I suppose that would be your excuse, fae.", the Grim paused, considering for a moment, "If your hungry, and you aren't to stuck up to hunt, then you can come with me." With that said, he turned away, stalking off silently, going back to the shadows, and blending with the rotting foliage that surrounded his form.

[sarhea]

Ashay watched the dark creature, searching for any signs of anything. But there was nothing, nothing but the feeling of evil, malice. She could see it in his one glaring yellow eye, an inner evil so strong. The thought made the depths of her being cringe. But she kept her cool. She'd heard stories of wolves like this, but never had met one, and it was too late to run now, as much as a part of her wanted to.

He stepped forward, a little too close for her comfort, then suddenly bumped into her. She recoiled back, stopping herself at the last minute from making the jesture too prominate. Her ears swiveled back, a scowl froming on her maw. He smelt of hatred, and everything about him repulsed her, and in the back of her mind, her thoughts began to wander-why had she come here? Was she finally going to meet her end-be put out of her misery, her pathetic liar's life brought to is fanale? She shook the thoughts from her mind as the moonlight reflected off the glowing yellow eye and white of his teeth as he stopped and glaced back at her, his emotionless voice seeping out from bared teeth.

"Well, I suppose that would be your excuse, fae.", "If your hungry, and you aren't to stuck up to hunt, then you can come with me."

She couldn't surpress a slight suprised look. For the first time, Ashay found herself on new ground. She'd been calling the shots pretty much her whole life, weaving her lies and tricks on dense creatures with not a decent brain cell in their tiny heads. This one was different. She could tell he was smart...too smart...and for once, she knew that she was out of control; her tricks would be of no help to her here.

Hunt with him? The thought struck her odd. From what she could tell, he didn't appear to think much of her, even aggrivated that she was taking up his time. But she was hungry, and two hunting were better than one. She considered herself a decent hunter; she didn't have to hunt often, but was fairly skilled when she did. She hoped her skills would be up to par, at least good enough to keep his fury from ripping her to pieces. He'd turned and headed into the darkness.

She was almost glad that he'd turned and left, but the pang of hungar compelled her to take up his invitation.

"Oh, I can hunt," she muttered quietly with a hint of sarcasm, and Without another word, she turned to follow, uncertian what the night would hold for her....hopfully a meal....

[poison]

She recoiled back, stopping herself at the last minute from making the gesture too prominent. Her ears swiveled back, a scowl forming on her maw....he ignored her. It was obvious that she hated him, and it was true for most he came upon. He was a demon, stalking the dying foliage of the forest, preying upon the weak and unable, targeting the strong and prompt. A deadly game of cat and mouse.

He inwardly laughed at her face when the question seethed through his clenched teeth, dry, like the tombstones. Her expression was priceless, and the light of cruel humor danced in his eyes. Still, a sneer was branded across the merciless features of his maw.

The mud bothered him not, and he merely ran over top of it, the black of his pads slowly changing to the color of rotting, brown wood. His shape dissolved as soon as he hit the tree line, like he was morphing and forming with the forest itself, so deviously he blended in. The moonlight lost him, and he was again one with the shadows.

Stalking out, his nose took in air as he traveled, bright orb peering out through the leaves, green and black auds flicking to stand at attention. Through the dark forest, he could see, spying upon the animal he found as prey. Rare it was, in these lands, but all together worth hunting. Deer. It was Lera, or the ancient word for prey, as in rabbit or deer. Ruled by instinct, and have little chance against the demons of the shadows, and the beasts of the night.

Lowering toward the ground, he stalked closer. He bared his teeth, saliva dripping from them, full in malice. It was time for the hunt, to begin.

[sarhea]

Ashay silently fell in behind the forest colored male as he silently started off across the muddy cemetary. If it had not been for the strong pang of hungar....she had to use every bit of all her scenses to follow him as he seemed to dissappear into the shadows, blending with the rotting forest floor. Mainly it was only by scent and sound was she able to keep up. Now they were running swiftly into the dark forest, the unclaimed lands to the south of the cemetary. The moonlight was mostly hidden now, perfect for the hunt. Ashay only now and then caught sight of the strange male as he was ahead of her. The fear and hate of him was slowly being replaced by the thrill of the prospective hunt, an energy building inside of her....

A scent came to her sensitive nose...a scent she'd not smelt in quite some time. Could it be? Her whole aura changed. She lowered to the ground, her gaze fixed upon the forest male, who'd stopped and took on a stalking posture as well. Hungar welled up in her, her muscles tensed, her ears lowered. She quickly slithered along the ground, coming up beside the male as he watched the prey. Ashay was oblivious to the fact that she'd just minutes ago despised the male. The intoxicating thrill of the hunt drew her focus to the prey....deer....she knew she'd smelled the creature. Her eyes locked on it, her pupils grew wide, her forest green eyes darkening almost to black. She also bared her teeth. She was crouched next to the male, so bravely close to that hate filled beast, but now he was the hunting partner. Totally forgotten was her previous feelings towards him. If they were to bring down the creature, it'd take both of them. She was quick, but not heavy enough to drop it. Oh how she wanted to rip into its soft throat, taste the blood...she could hardly restrain herself. She glanced into the hate and malice filled yellow eye of the forest male, her own inner darkness now upon her features, her eyes holding their own measure of the same malice....

Never before had her inner darkness come forth as it did now, but out it came, strong and raging. She wanted to rip and shred, taste blood....she waited for the male to make the first move, to start the hunt, crouching like a tightly wound spring, waiting to pounce into action, barely able to control herself....

[sorry so long...and so slow to type....]

[sarhea]

POUNCE!!! ooops...i meant BUMP!

[winter]

((I'm playing the deer.))

The buck's silent vigil had paid off. He had been nervous since he had led his small harem of four does into the cemetary. They had been pushed to find food. The forests were bare, stripped of bark and the grasses were frozen beneath the snow. It had been a hard winter on all of them, and the buck had had no choice but to leave the safety of the deep forest and to tread into Man's land.

Here, at least, his herd could feed on the plants that his other kin had been too nervous -- to wise -- to reach. Yet as darkness had approached, the buck had sinced a dark forboding in this place... It was ominous, like the clouds over the horizon or the sea in the storm. He could have touched the danger had he been trying. But the buck's need to provide for his family had overpowered his since of danger. Feeding here was a risk that they all were willing to take.

His large ears swivelled, picking up sounds that few other beasts could. His nostrils quivered and his breath formed milky clouds in the faint moonlight. His instincts warned him of the danger, warned him of the gnashing teeth and blood-red maws. Death approached on wolven paws. Death would be met on the Dying Land.

The buck's eyes were wide. He knew something was out there. His fear scent tickled the nostrils of his companions, and one by one, they stood up, mirroring his stance and tension. They all knew it now. A twig snapped, ice fell from a tree. The buck caught the sound and startled, leading his herd away just a few meters before he paused again. His head, bare and uncrowned from his autumn antlers, remained pointed in the wolves' direction.

Silence. Minutes passed and the buck's whithers quivered as he tried to force them to relax...

Death flew beside wolven fangs.

[sarhea]

Hello Poison? *jabs with a stick from a safe distance*

[poison]

[[Sorry it's taken me so long to reply to this, I didn't have the muse, but now I do...so lets eat deer!]]

The game had started, the hunt had begun....and he closed his maw, causing the glow of his white teeth to disappear as quickly as he did within the foliage, leaving the other fae behind, to stay in that position. He closed his yellow eyes, throwing his head to the side, black hair covering the gold ring that abornded his left ear.

The deer were aware now, nervous, fearful of the beast that were coming after them. Poison had sighted his target, whether the female was going after the same prey, he didn't know. He didn't care. The buck lead his herd a small distance, and stopped again, and Poison had followed them all the way, using the sound of their footsteps to block out the sound of his own.

Now, the brute made to circle around behind the buck, and with him still focused in Ashay's direction, it was more than an easy task. Teeth were again bared as he was out of the buck's sight, and paws gave stealth to his approach. The brute stalked up behind the deer, body lowered to the ground, his form blending with the foliage that was all around him, yellow orbs seething malice and venom into the air every step he took.

Now he sped up, only just before leaping, aiming for the buck's back legs, aiming to cut the hamstring and doom it to it's fate. He did not snarl, and yet his teeth were bared in a raging silence, and the air was now supercharged with energy. Death hovered around a wolven silence.

[sarhea]

Ashay was so focused on the small herd of deer before them that she didn't notice the strange green male disappear. The deer suddenly came to attention, the leader of the group, a young buck, snorting his distrust of the surroundings, driving his small group further into the forest. Her ears folded flat against her head in disgust, her blood beginning to boil in anger. "Why that jerk..." she mumbled before suddenly catching a brief glimpse of shadow moving to circle around behind the deer. The deer were nervous, the buck's attention focused on her direction, their stomping and snorting masking the movements of the other. She gave a coy smirk. Smart, very smart. He was definitely the stronger of the two of them, and most likely, he would move to cripple his target. Which would leave her to attack from the front. She wanted the throat-she wanted to rip out its throat.

Ashay lowered herself to the ground, and as silently as possible, tried to stay in the shadows of the dark forest growth that lined the edge of the clearing the deer were in. She would have to very careful, as the young buck was alert to the hidden danger. She bared her teeth at the thought of the buck. He just needed to look away; he was a pain that could ruin their hunt-it was customary to take out the young and old, but this buck angered her-she was hungry; she wanted to eat him, taste his blood. She slowly crept in closer. She saw a sudden swift movement, as if the forest floor had come alive; the male was making his move! She sprung to action, only several yards from the young buck...the male was just about to hit the buck's hind legs, and he would reach the deer before her. She turned her focus to the buck's soft neck; tasting it's blood was her only priority now.